A macabre twisting, a very differently drawn world drifting from...the outside...over the narrator's personal edge; then expanding into pinnacled architectonics of horror on icy wings of madness. The journey is epic. It moves, relentlessly convincing, in eventful shards of a crystal clear deviant air: at once too far in and an insane horizon-pull out into strangely human-incompatible distance. Wildly surmised, silent, uncaring survival odds weigh heavily -- are fueled by a sense-assaulting frictionless flight, yet plotted seamlessly -- as from a pilot's necessary obsession with the odd marriage of exploratory speculations with stable precision -- as one soon comes to un-expect with H.P. Lovecraft. "With": thanks to MorganScorpion's own planet of beautifully author-synchronized tale-spinning talents, such as render the story well up into her rarified virtual reality audio acting; and which, indeed, "At the Mountains of Madness" is in fearful fact worthy of.